In France, a seafood platter is not unlike this. It’s called plateau fruits de mer, or just fruits de mer, and usually comes on a multi-tiered tower that makes it look like a slimy wedding cake. Needless to say, the best fruits de mer are startlingly fresh. I don’t remember the exact moment I conceived this idea, but I’m pretty sure it was inspired by this French version of a seafood platter. I found a lot to appreciate in my European travels and consider myself a changed and better man for them, but I will admit I prefer our seafood from the Gulf of Mexico. Fried.
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Picked up an expression, can’t remember where. “My, what a vivid mental image that was!” Some make you wish you could send your mind out to the cleaners to get rid of them, don’t they?
Debbe,
My sister uses the Hav-a-hart live traps for the kitties… only a problem is you may also catch raccoons or skunks. She places hers on the porch, on a table. That doesn’t stop raccoons, but so far no skunks.
We caught possums too. You are not going to believe what Hal said. We have never caught a skunk.
For some reason we don’t catch fixed cats either.
Luckily we are out of feral cats right now. The new housekeeper lives animals and has taken over the chickens and two older big dog
s. Ghost feeds Dickens and cats, she helps. Next is medicating the pack.
Apropos of the tattoo discussion: https://scontent-dft4-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/18839272_766396570196708_3877649389752914285_n.jpg?oh=c2d547a93cf1204dcdfe74beb993f949&oe=59A9AB27
I’ve always been fascinated by tattoos, but I never wanted one. The full body coverage looks terrible. Skin is to elastic to hold a permanent picture. It’ll change over timeand not for the better.
The most fascinating are those which disappear behind low waistlines. As Elaine said, ‘All men are prancing, leering billygoats.’ Some are just content w/ a looking-only permit. Peace,
So I know someone with a full body tattoo of a Kimora dragon that goes from her shoulder down her back, butt and onto her leg. I saw it when she had lost weight and was a tad smaller than I am. It was impressive, in full color. It cost thousands and thousands to tattoo it.
She gained so much weight she looked like a Christmas inflatable blown up with a butt that was thirty-six inches across, not around. Gasp!!
Did not see lizard but I wondered? Who wants to look like Frosty the Snowman with a green lizard mounted on you?
So, now she has had stomach stapled it seems and is gaunt and boney. Does she now look like a Dia de Las Muertos figure from Mexico with a green lizard mounted on a skeletal body?
Don’t provoke me. I bite.
Good thing that full-body tatt was not purple. She’d have appeared to be being molested by Barney in her yard-wide arse days.
Terrie the Petite Housekeeper reverted to her former attire today, a scrub suit as worn in medical clinics. Washday, perhaps? But of course Ghost is never one to be deterred by excess clothing and is ever observant.
Pale blue panties and red bra, for anyone who is interested. 😉
Shame on you sweetie! Don’t make her quit, she is good worker so far.
Dickens fell into a sewer line apparently and showed up drenched and muddy, smelly. He has gone off to groomers for a bath and disinfection. He got out of house and escaped.
One of his favorite games is jumping from one side of large drainage ditch to the other from wall to wall. He is small dog and it is like a mill race, wide and shoulder deep.
Ghost has discovered Dickens is a chick magnet. He takes him for walks and cute girls come to love on him.
Dogs and cats, and babies all work.But dogs are the easiest to work with.
Ha-ha-ha, chuckling, Jackie I came to comments late today, but had to jump down and applaud your vivid use of descriptive narrative. Each detail leading to a next one. Reader finds themselves several layers into the complete composition before slowing to note the masterpiece. Well turned.
And Mark, whiskey works for the mental scrubbing. Stop before forgetting you wanted to forget something. After that comes ‘interventions’.
Never received one, was asked to partake once. Declined. I thought a short, “you need help, pal,” served better than a big show. He still talks to me.
Told before here, I believe, but it’s one of my favorites…
A business owner was paying invoices while his bookkeeper was on vacation. Math not being his strength, he was puzzling over one that offered a net 10 day, 1.5% discount. Remembering his new secretary had some college accounting hours, he called her into his office.
“If I paid you $14,000 less one and a half percent, how much would you take off?”
The young lady thought for just second before replying, “Everything but my earrings.”
Jean dear, sorry to be so tardy with this, but best wishes to Younger Daughter on the upcoming blessed event. I know you will keep us posted.
If you look up “overachiever” in the dictionary, this guy’s photo should be there.
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/features/athletes/alex-honnold/most-dangerous-free-solo-climb-yosemite-national-park-el-capitan/
I found the section about how he controls fear interesting.
Symply, I’m sending good thoughts and prayers to your gentleman who had surgery today.
Debbe, I understand where you’re coming from about your Dad. I had to do that with my Mom, and sometimes I really felt like a rat.
I have to chuckle about our tattoo discussion. I have pierced ears and sometimes have a hard time choosing which pair of earrings to wear on a given day. Maybe the only thing that has stopped me from getting a tat is not being able to change it! Yet, oddly enough, I would probably wear jeans everyday if I could.
I considered getting a tattoo when I was in the Navy, but decided against it. As it happens, it was one that wouldn’t lose its shape or get ugly as the years passed: a dagger thrust through a flap of skin on the outside of a forearm. Can’t really say that I know now why I didn’t get it, but if I had to guess, I didn’t really want it that badly.
Ghost and I walked a half mile tonight at my gym. My first day back. I am hurting but happy.
GM Debbe
18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
19. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
Sometimes we truckers made a point of blocking both lanes when traffic was being squeezed into a single lane for construction to keep jerks from passing us and bringing everything to a halt as they forced their way in. It may not have been legal, but it sped things up.
When I-40 was being reworked across Arkansas about 12 years ago I was thrilled to see that the highway patrol had warning signs up telling folks to get into a single lane NOW! Those who tried to work their way around everyone and merge at the last moment found themselves being pulled over and given a hefty fine. 🙂
It’s not the 2 lane because around here they want you to alternate merge at the last min.
(Like that is going to happen) the worst is when the offenders make 3 or 4 out of 2.
In Washington there is a system where cell phone users phone in license number of line jumpers.
Good morning Villagers….
PT wore Dad out yesterday morn…so in the afternoon, I took him on a two hour cruise, a two hour cruise 🙂
Thank you Smigz.
GR 😉 what is wrong with that helper that she can’t color coordinate her lingerie!!!!!?????
Busy day…dr appt, lab work, etc……
gotta go, have to have all ready to leave here by 8:30. Plus I lost my bifocals……arrgghh!!!!
ya’ll have a blessed day
Ghost’s dream swimsuit:
http://www.gocomics.com/doonesbury
Peace,